The Cowardly Threat.

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Title: The Cowardly Threat.
Fandom: Harry Potter.
Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter.
Rating: M
Prompt: #1: People Ice Skating.
Word Count: 306
Content: Chapter 1 of my Christmas Series: Threatening To Love You.
Warnings: Explicit Language.
Disclaimer: The characters, setting, and the HP franchise are owned by JKR and not me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
A/N: Unbeated.
Summary: Draco gasps, aghast. Whoever deranged pervert sent him this terrible threat must be Slytherin indeed, for the very idea of walking into the auror department and showing this note to Potter fills him with knee-weakening mortification.

The Cowardly Threat.

On the first of December, while he’s engaged in the intensely entertaining sport of watching people with no idea of how to do it try to ice skate on the seasonal rink that a certain bushy-haired know-it-all has convinced the ministry higher-ups to build bang in the middle of Diagon Alley, Draco Malfoy receives the most peculiar death threat. It arrives neither by owl nor via the usual -and hopelessly plebeian if you ask him- paper airplanes that perpetually hound distressingly overworked ministry employees such as himself. Oh, no. This particular death threat is far more terrifying than that because it materializes out of thin air directly in front of Draco, bypassing every single one of his tailor-made -and famously ferocious- personal protection wards.

Despite his Slytherin affiliation, Draco is more curious than careful, so he grabs the ragged piece of parchment that’s floating around his face like the most unwelcome mosquito who ever lived and reads the following message:

Malfoy,

I’m going to kill you. Slowly. I’ll do it by sucking your cock so violently you’ll pass out. You’ll fall limp at my feet, gorgeous and in disarray, cock all mangled and bruised, maybe even a little out of joint.

You’d like that, don’t you? I think I’d like that too. Very much.

Draco gasps, aghast. It’s terribly cowardly to send such a thing, unsigned, to an upstanding citizen like himself. Furthermore, he can think of very few fates worse than becoming a beautiful cadaver with a wonky cock. Whoever deranged pervert sent him this terrible threat must be Slytherin indeed, for the very idea of walking into the auror department and showing this note to Potter fills Draco with knee-weakening mortification. There’s nothing for it, though. He has to report this. Nobody, and Draco means absolutely nobody, is allowed to threaten his cock.

TBC

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